Conniving biatches, the lot of them. Funnily enough, I played music for the better part of two decades. In the nineties I went over to Moscow to meet a Russian drummer who was a friend of mine. In the early nineties there were certain requirements that needed to be met in order for a westerner to spend time in Russia, I had to pay for accomodation in Red Square despite the fact that my mate Vadek had sorted me out with an apartment half an hour out of the centre of Moscow. The city was the Wild West back then. One afternoon, I decided to go to my hotel with vadek’s wife and a girlfriend of hers (both incredibly beautiful women) I have been to many countries, and none of them come close to Russia if you want to be amongst beautiful women. Anyway, the Rossia Hotel was full of old Yanks on tour, they were testing out the young girls as potential wives ( I kid you not). I was having a drink with the girls when this classless Yank asked me how the girls performed. I replied “I don’t know, they are friends of mine. The fat d1ckhead asked me if he could try one of them out. Needless to say, I walked away in disgust. I have so many crazy stories from that trip, but I rarely talk about them because I think that people will come to the belief that I’m full of ****. They’re a proud people the Russians, and they have no middle class, they’ve been chewing up desperados from the West for three decades, and I say, good luck to them.